So last week, my funky ipod touch came back from repair with "water damage" so the assholes at Apple wouldn't fix it. Then I have to change my number cos some twat gave it to a bunch of fucking stupid kids who wouldn't stop calling me, on a romantic walk with Clare last saturday I slipped in the woods and fell and smashed my camera, some dick nicks the signs off my car the day after and I've just run out of milk AFTER making tea.
But you know what, after everything else I went through at the end of last year, it doesn't really bother me. 'Could be worse. Got a hot girlfriend, money in the bank, and just taken a massive shit, and it was brown.. Not red...